The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1887-02-03

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material. where the dazzling eyes of
Creole beauties bewildered guests into
charitable extravaganza:
The streets were crowded with
aristocracy's carriages, and color d
1ootmen, radiant in rich liveries stood
around the great doorway ready for
their masters call. After the first
night fashionable society was agog
over the most remarkable feature OF
the entertainment. Everybody was
asking everybody else how one person
could know so much of the private
lite OF all soliciting her aid as did the
Gypsy fortune teller, "Who was she?"
and "where did she come from?" was
on the towns lips. From her dark
tent she had sent each of her visitors
away filled with something akin to
awe. A small placard over its en-.
trance announced, fortunes told
here" and from the countenances
leaving tn. abode, the wizard must
have had remarkable powers: Before
the night was over crowds gathered
about her retreat, and her success
wa on everybody's tongue. At mid.
night she disappeared-no one could
say where.
She had given comforting words to
estranged lovers, severe ones to close
listed merchants; told correctly the
past histories of leading citizens, and
so befogged all, her words produced
as much effect as if she had been some
astrologer OF old. Instead of their be-.
ing q matter of sport and amusement
her representations were taken in
earnest. The next night there was q
rush to the mysterious gypsy's tent.
What had been said of her the even.
ing before Was more than corroborat-
ed. 1t was the fourth night of the
entertainment, and when the gayety
was at it's Climax, that a. tall gentle
man pushed through the throng and
sought the gypsy's abode. Paying
her usual fee he inquired, "Can you
tell me the whereabouts of one whom
I SEEK"
The dark-eyed sorceress scrutinized
him closely in the dim light OF her tent
and in that musical voice that had so
charmed everyone replied:
Hi can tell yo' what TO- yo' come
ERE"
II pray you good mother let me
know"
ITO look TO- what yo' ave no. seen
TO- long time, han she hiz hin dis DOM. -"
The gentleman was startled. He
looked closely at the little fortune
teller.
Eyes! she not honly hiz hin de room,
but she ave saw yo'."
His face flushed. "Tell me, please"
said he, "where l can find her. Ihave
just arrived from across the ocean
and l will do anything to see her once
more"
Han wha' TO- yo' COME so far?'
''TO see her, nothing else"
Cow long you stay way"
1.-TWO years."
ave all dose year no make yo'
changer"
"Not the least, little mother"
"Ef hi tell yo' er first name hiz spell
wild one E, would 1 no. be right?"
The gentleman drew back in aston
ishment.
"Han'er lass name commence wild
one hess?"
"Weird waman, who are your" he
exclaimed.
Zone poor leetle gypsee: dat hiz hall, :"
she half whispered.
"Tell me, then, will she receive ME
as once she did7"
"She ave wait and wait TO- you,
but you are de most awfullest man
what l never see; you ave never
write one lettaire."
81 could not learn where she was. "
"Ies! she wait TO- you, han she sing
hevery night dat old song bout the
heart forevaira true. dat she used to
sing TO- yo'."
The tall gentleman was pale now.
He leaned forward and peered into
her face.
"Estelle! is it your" he whispered.
Edgar! it ham ~ne!'
What followed in the gypsy tent
need never be known, but the little
cottage on Condo street lost q tenant
soon afterwards. They have occupi.
ed the spacious residence on Crsulines
street ever since, and their children
often speak of their mothers pretty
stories about little cottage far down
town, where Uncle Jerome and herself
spent such happy hours before she
was married.--New Orleans Times.
Democrat